A Digit of Infinite

By Bami

Storytelling through rhyme is the central idea of the book. Every idea and rhyme is carefully thought out and reflects over a decade of poems. From my first poem during my college years till my most recent one at age 30, this collection shows growth through a timeline in rhyme. It is impossible not to feel the reflection of the journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781491857809

Bami

Storytelling has always been a passion of mine. This book is a personal and analytic reflection on the progression through different aspects of life such as education, medicine and love. As a first year Family resident in New York City, I have had a relatively unique experience that I've wanted to share for years. Being of Nigerian descent, growing up in New York, my stories connect with a broad audience.

Book preview

LUIS THE BEAST

Recently a boy thought he’d defeat me at Wii

Luis drove like a beast on Mario’s streets

Fresh off of lunch, I had a bunch of time free

I’d play him, allow him to savor the lead

My character was Wario, his was Luigi

He began to talk trash that I’d crash, so bold

My response was he could not beat the common cold

Not a swell thing to tell a kid with pre-B cell ALL

It was fine, he was smiling

I plugged in his IV

We started on stage 3, Star Island

I was finding this level far too requiring

The coins I collected were no longer protected

He was schooling me good; I was powerless to upset him

I figured if he triumphed, it would be because I let him

My plan had been to lecture him, teach him a life lesson

‘Although you may lose, you have to stay proud.’

Yet I was the one being undone by a child

Against a player with way more on his plate than games

Me at 13 had no claim to complain

He was enjoying destroying a mate twice his age

Time was slowly winding on my 20 minute break

For those moments, our burdens took a backseat for both us

Me with no stethoscope

Him without machines that beeped

No feeds, no needs

No beds, nor meds

No fevers, no needles for IVs, CBCs

Most importantly, no disease

Only we playing Wii

My 20 minute break grew to an hour long escape

He won, which was great, but wait there’s a catch

No one beats me that easily; I wanted my rematch.

THEORIES (MY FIRST POEM)

The theories of someone you don’t take serious

Could be as deep as the nearest river

That’s how I feel it is

I could be something of epic proportions

And make a fortune

Or I could be nothing at all

So that’s my daily torture

Cause what I’ve got

Can’t be found if you searched through Locust Walk

It can’t be taught

Nor can it be bought

It’s something from God

Now that I know it

My only goal in life is to exploit it

Until I make some dough or enhance American culture

I feel as Americans we don’t get the chance

To hear the greatness of other races

It’s